He laced me up in his
Crash-hot Bronx embrace
Mouth to mouth, chest to chest
Made my queer heart sing

Set my soul aflame
With the red-hot realness
Of his top-shelf game
Had me feeling a million
Gay sensations about him

His arms, like charming poetry
His body, like unmatchable bass
Deep-voiced dreaminess to adore
No, I couldn’t ignore his hot boy allure
He took me nice and slow

Made me feel the explosive heat
Of his gangsta shotgun
Inside my candylicious sweetness
Flooding my body
With his smoke-drippin’ machoness

Blasting me open
Finessing me, wrecking me
Treasuring me, reveling in me
Filling me up with his hot lava bullets
Of top-drawer, earth-shattering bliss